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I remember exactly where I was when I first heard "Bohemian Rhapsody." The radio–a Juliette multi-band on my dresser–was tuned to Winnipeg's CFRW on a weekday winter's evening. The DJ–I wish I remember who–came on and said "This next one is kind of weird. You've probably never heard anything like it, so sit back and take a listen."After the first two lines, my young teenaged brain locked up, a metaphorical beachball spinning somewhere slightly beyond the auditory cortex. Something didn't compute. What IS this? Is it a joke? Some novelty song? A rock opera? They can't be serious, right?
Didn't like it then. Don't like it now. Ego and pomposity run amok.
But that's what makes it so good. I mean, what fun is music if you don't go wild every once in a while?
Well... Freddie certainly went wild often enough to get himself infected with HIV... and that's definitely not fun...